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 Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 10:00 am
How rude of him to just assume he had a speaking ailment, even if he did have one. Besides, like hell they could do that.
'Can they do that?'' Um... well... I suppose they -could- if they wanted to...' The little mellon murmured, soft even in the mind of her pae. As far as she understood and believed, they were capable of anything they wanted to do. If they could give this guy such a complex power, well, returning his ability to speak should be simple enough. Well, so they could do it. Who knew (except this guy apparently)? Malek was trying to understand what this guy was saying, really, but it simply made little sense to him. He hadn't been a religious guy, hadn't had a religious upbringing. So all of this had seemed to be nonsense to him at first. Still, he tried to believe it as truth. And, if they might be able to restore his voice... well...
He might try just a little harder...
Still, he assumed he'd probably asked to be fixed long ago as a child, obviously to no avail. What was he supposed to do to please them? Surely they did not want him to go about preaching like this other guy (if they did it would have been stupid to not give him a voice), so... what?
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 5:35 pm
Harveer smiled, hoping that the look on the other's face was one of interest rather than the one of contempt he'd seen only a moment earlier. Sure, he knew it was rather rude of him to just assume the reason the darker teen didn't speak was because of an impairment. But he hadn't seen much else of a choice in the matter.
"You should collect the items of protection. Most of them aren't all that hard to obtain, and they will keep you safe." His smile remained, trying to be an offering. There was much to be done, he was only joyful that he had several of the tasks completed already. It was only thanks to a good friend he'd managed to get this far. He probably would've frozen to death on the mountain if she hadn't been cold when they finally stumbled across the protective sword.
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 7:32 pm
Items of protection? Why in the world would he ever need something of the sort? It was freezing cold outside, he rarely ventured far away from home and, even when he did, the forest was pretty safe. Even if he needed these items, for whatever strange reason that was being implied right now, he needed more details:
How many were there?
What were they?
Where did he find them?
Without that, this squire might as well be talking to a wall. Sighing, he looked around, his eyes looking to the direction of his home. Man... How he wanted to get back...
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